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NOTE: Afternoon, 100

A party or gathering. LGBT. Escape. A small town. Manapla? A hidden path. We were trying to escape some people who were riding a jeep which will go around the plaza/QC circle and find us there. We hurried into a path that seemed safe. We criss-crossed the paths to make sure they won't find us. It looked like a small barrio. Rested in a house. Then, from afar, we saw the people chasing us. They saw us.

More dreams last night

1) I was at my friend Bronia's house for her 18th birthday party. In RL, she's having this birthday party next week in a hall, but in the dream it was in her house. On top of this, her house looked nothing like her actual house. I couldn't really tell if it was a good party - it had the makings to be a great party, but everyone seemed a bit miserable. I'm not really sure what the time was. We were in a rectangular kind of living room - I assume it was night time, and the lights were on. A telly was directly in front of the sofa I was sat on. To my right was Leo.H, Chloe.R and some others I can't remember. I was talking to Leo, asking him to please get me laid by someone, as he's supposed to be my wingman. He suddenly remembered that and immediately sprung to action, although he did it really loudly so that everyone could hear! I think he first suggested Chloe who has a boyfriend, or it might have been someone else that obviously wouldn't, and he knew she'd say no so my final resort was my friend Devvon. I think Devvon is very attractive so I got pretty excited at this although she looked at Leo as if to show that she thought what he was doing was weird, although not necessarily saying no to me. I had to look at Leo as if to say "Seriously dude, you're so weird" when Devvon was looking at us 0 didn't want her knowing it was all my plan. Some other beef happened in which Leo and I upset some people, although I don't remember what happened.

The reason I wasn't aware of the time is that the next thing that happened was when I had just woken up at about 7am. There was no particular gap. However I assumed that the party was at about 3am as it was getting quieter, but maybe it was 7, I don't know. I was walking through a hallway that was similar to the carriage hallways on trains where they have the toilets and cafe. Whilst walking through here, Bronia's Dad came out of nowhere!! I was shocked and scared because, despite knowing he's a nice guy in RL, he was a strict dick in the dream. He looked nothing like her dad - in fact, he looked like Hal from Malcolm in The Middle, if he had spent a few hours on a tan bed, then ripped the top part of his purple shirt to reveal his hairy chest He asked me where I was going, and instead of telling him a lie and saying I was going to the toilet, I told him the truth - that I was going to his fridge to get some breakfast. He was not happy with this, saying "No!", and declaring that if the fridge hasn't the exact same contents when he checks it, he will go mental. I got a very strict vibe from him, and thought it was strange that he still let Bronia have the party.
When he left however, I went for it and stole some breakfast anyway, didn't think he'd notice. However instead of taking some substansial food, I took a jelly bean and a jelly bean the size of a plum!!! I put them in my jumper pocket, eating the small one and playing with the bigger one for a while.

I was now in a lift with all of the parents of Bronia's friends, on the way out of the house. I don't know why they were all there so organized at the same time, or why they were going out of the house in the first place, but they didn't have their kids - I think I was just a spectator. Maybe they were going INTO the house, but I had a vibe of them leaving. It was fairly tense - either Bronia's Dad was in the lift too or they had just met him - or alternatively they were about to meet him. The Lift was grey but fairly light as if there was a window, but there wasn't.

2) This was a peculiar dream. It wasn't very vivid at all. All I remember was approaching this pub in either a car or a bus, ready to get out and go in. I started thinking to myself, "it's so strange that nothing spiritual such as dreaming, lucid dreaming, or OOBEs have happened yet today!" YET I WAS HAVING A POTENTIAL LUCID DREAM RIGHT THAT SECOND, gaaaaaaaaaaaah.

Party and Cops Lucid

This marks at least the 4th Suggestion Induced Lucid Dream I've had very recently. This time, Mojoe brought it up. If anyone reads this, let me know if you think SILD is an appropriate name for this.

I think I was dreaming for a while, but I only remember the point where I became lucid. I was at an out-door party. I was not mingling or anything--just kind of watching the scene. I had done something wrong and the police were after me. They were dressed as civilians, but they were cops.

Somehow I realized I was lucid, so I decided to beat the shit out of one of the cops. I went to punch him in the face, but I had quicksand punches. I tried to relax and just let the punch fly, realizing I was lucid and it shouldn't be a problem, but the closer I got to his face, the harder it was to hit him. I decided to just fly away to get the fuck out of there.

It was night. I flew up knowing that the higher I go, the heavier I get, so I tried to focus on a star and just fly towards it. I started flying really fast, but that only lasted a few seconds. Then I saw an airplane. I started flying up towards that. Then the plane was flying down instead of horizontally and it whizzed passed me, though it wasn't big. It remained like the light of the plane from far away as it went passed.

I continued to fly towards the star, but it became pointless. I then went back down to the party and found a girl. She was pretty cute, so I tore into her top. I felt her skin, but I didn't really get her boobs. DAMN! I have a hard time with my lucids. It was still fun.

Some guys from the out-door party came around and the cops came back, so I picked up my girl and flew away with her. I landed with another girl. She was tan. I put them side by side and started going into both of their tops. Again, no real boob, but it was nice.

I don't know what happened then, but something disrupted the scene. Probably the fucking cops again. Anyway, I ended up jumping through a picture. I was transported to another place. Cool! Teleport. I have KristaNicole to thank for that probably.

I tried to land in my childhood nightmare which has been a dream goal of mine for a long time. I sat cross legged to mimic the position of the Dreamons in my nightmare. I closed my eyes and put my fingers in meditative pose, but it was a fail.

I opened my eyes and found no scenery at all. I hate that shit! I decided to jump back through the picture and change my scenery. It worked, though I think I also just started acting like some shit was there or something. Parts of the dream are foggy and maybe I'm telling it out of order or something.

Anyway, I ended up flying to a hill where some people were hanging out. There was a girl lying on a towel or something about 30 feet from a couple doing their thing. I flew to this blond girl and started in with her. I didn't really do anything with her either.

The success of this dream was mostly length of the dream and teleporting and overcoming my stupid empty-space dream scenes.

So I was at a party of some sort, and everybody was having a good time, but me and a few other people could sense that something was going to go wrong. We were trying to kind of make sure everything was alright, but really weird thing were happening, like the pool would drain. Then more water would pour out of the back. and that happened two or three times. There was some hole in the ground that was man made, but I don't remember the justification for it. We made it for a reason, a long while before all this. But people were climbing down that, just to check it out, and some returned but others didn't. We tried to disallow people from going down there. Others were being killed in brutal ways. Eventually the water flooded the area and more people were being killed more easily. I tried to urge everyone to get out, and I did as well.
I got out really easily, and there was an out of control car/boat thing on this lake nearby. I jumped on that to see if anybody was alive on it, but it was empty. There was also a giant ship that was empty, but still going at high speeds on the water.
I was at that point trying to get to the shore. I got on the car boat thing that was farther inland than the boat, and tried to abruptly turn, and the waves slowly turned the large boat too. It turned easily as if some force was trying to kill me with it. But I managed to get around it, and made it to land.
I was just trying to rush to somewhere safe, which turned out to be some music lounge, and there was a private room and I sat in there. I tried everything I could to see if my girlfriend was okay, but I couldn't find anything. And then I woke up.

Dream - Lucid

I was at my house. It was like I was in a video game, and I was lucid. I don't remember at what point I became lucid, I just remember that I was.

I went into the piano room. It was very dark. I walked up to the piano, and faintly saw my mom sitting there, playing, though I didn't hear any music. I sat down on the piano bench next to her. She stopped playing. For some reason, I thought she was going to be upset with me. Instead, she put her left arm around me and hugged me. We pulled away, and in her mouth, I saw a light blue pacifier.

~

I was, again, in a video game. I was with my mom, dad, and my cat, though I'm not sure if my brother was there or not. We were outside in a field with trees, like a more realistic, less blocky-looking Minecraft. The sky was blue, but it didn't look sunny. My dad was holding something the whole time, I think it was my cat.

Also with us was JP. I didn't know how we got into this situation with him, I didn't know why he was there. He was being his sly, charming, shady self, and for some reason, we were following him around. I kept wanting to tell my dad that JP was bad news, but I didn't want to do it in front of JP, in fear that he would hurt me or my family. I was surprised my dad couldn't tell something was wrong with him, since he's a psychiatrist. Maybe he did, but had the same fear as I.

At some point, we met JP's dad, whom I've never actually met IWL (I don't think he ever met him either, actually). He had the shaggy brown hair and mustache, but he looked a bit different than my guide, I think. I only ever saw him at a distance. I want to say he was in some other "dimension" of the world.

We were then underneath some white stone pavilion. JP wanted access to the "rainbow realm", and my dad had the means to get there. I knew it was bad, bad news if JP had access to that world for some reason. But my dad gave him what he needed anyway. All I had wanted my dad to do was pull his gun and kill him, but I knew JP had a gun too, and I didn't want anyone else to get hurt who didn't have to. I then watched as JP put together the rest of his portal or whatever it was, and he was surrounded by a rainbow glow. I think it made him more powerful.

We were then in what was supposed to be the "rainbow realm", but it looked the same as the original dimension, save for JP's dad was there too. The next thing I knew, we were running from them. My mom and I were both holding a different Belle (my cat). The one mom was holding was white, like IWL Belle is, and the one I was holding was a smoky grey with some brown speckles mixed in. As we ran, JP and his dad threw knives at us. One hit the Belle that mom was holding. My mom tossed her dead body aside. As she did, I saw the body as it came by me. I saw the stab wound, and the cat was no longer white, but looked like the one I was holding.

I was getting tired; my legs felt like they were going to give out. JP's dad, the one pursuing me the most, threw a knife at me that narrowly missed. I then tripped and fell, exhausted. As I fell, to save the cat, I tossed her aside and hoped she ran away. JP's dad closed in on me, though I kept trying to crawl away.

I woke up before he caught me.

~

I was in my house in my brother and I's bathroom. There was something inside the shower behind the half-closed curtain, but I wasn't sure what it was. I took a brown Kroger shopping bag with some objects in it, and hit it, whatever it was; I never saw what I was hitting. I then saw Belle, my cat, come out of the shower. She looked like she had a little nick in her fur on her neck, but there was no blood or anything. She was just fine. I pet her a bit.

I then walked into some gym-type room with lots of exercise machines. Not where I needed to be, and as I was leaving, I saw a ton of machines on the wall, as in suspended on the higher parts of the wall. On one of them, an exercise bike I believe, I saw someone I went to high school with named Jason.

I was then back at my house. I went into my parents' bedroom. None of the lights were on, but it wasn't pitch dark, just kind of dim. I started to go into the bathroom, when I saw two white cats that looked like Belle right outside of it, one pouring blood from a wound in her head/neck area, and the other dead, her eyes lifeless and cloudy. I touched the dead one, who looked more like a kitten than a full-grown cat, and her body was cold. I looked to the other, a more grown up cat, and she was trying to keep walking on, trying to keep going despite the bloody gash in her head. I started to get very upset, because not only was a cat dead and the other critically wounded, I knew I had done it when I hit the thing in the shower. I knew it, and I knew that the Belle that I pet in shower did not get hit. It was weird. I started yelling for my brother to call someone so we could get this cat to the animal ER. I didn't have very high hopes of her making it.

~

I was at some house party with a bunch of people I didn't know. It was nighttime. I had been talking with some guy right outside the house, and apparently, I was being a smartass. In fact, I was an asshole apparently, according to everyone at the party. I don't think I was trying to be, really, I was just coming off that way.

They all started to kind of gang up on me, calling me a jerk and stuff, telling everyone who didn't know that I was a jerk. I took it by being a smartass back to them. Then, I decided to be nice and polite to everyone instead.
"I can be nice too," I said.
The main guy whom I had been talking to before said something like "Oh yeah?" back.
I then started to reintroduce myself to everyone with a huge, genuine smile on my face.
"Hi, I'm Krista, it's nice to meet you!" I said to the people around me, each individually, shaking their hands. That seemed to be working!

I then remember being inside the house for a little bit.

Then, outside again, I introduced myself to a guy that looked like Jonah Hill. I think someone brought him up to me so he could meet me. We chatted for awhile, and started to kind of like one another. I knew he was kind of getting a crush on me.

We then were on a brown, wooden boat on this very big lake. Things started to get Minecraft-y here (so who can guess what game I've been playing lately? ). The boat kept almost overturning, and then, I fell out of the boat. The water was very, very cold. So cold, my legs were going numb, and I could barely move them. The guy who looked like Jonah Hill (I'm just gonna call him Jonah from now on) helped me out of the freezing water and back into the boat.

The boat then overturned, and we both fell out. I remember being underwater and seeing him. I was trying to reach him before he went over a waterfall that was not far from us. The current would take us there if we weren't careful.

I then pulled out a dirt block (Minecraft) so I would float, and while underwater, picked up another dirt block, and swam more quickly to Jonah, who was heading straight for the waterfall. I gave him the dirt block so he'd float too, and pulled him to safety.

Then, we were back at the house where the party was, and he cutely asked me if he could have my number. I smiled and said
"Yeah! Hold on, let me go get my phone."
I went back in to get my phone.

Then, I woke up.

[Saturday, September 8th, 2012]
I was in the neighborhood around my Grandma's headed to the High School. The world had a more sinister Nightmare Before Christmas feel. It was midnight and noon at the same time... time didn't exist. I was walking down the street towards school, people bustling back and forth, but never really there. I arrived at the Middle School this time, and I remember Mrs. Cole saying something to another teacher that made me remember her and miss her. I was suddenly aware that I didn't belong there, and I became semi-lucid, not exactly aware that it was a dream, but with control over the reality. I had a single flat bar in my hand, and I knew what it was for. I could defy gravity and fly with it, just by willing it. I began to show off in front of a few kids to guage their reactions. I'd grab onto it and hold myself up and jump, soaring through the air. Or I'd just hover there, and few feet above the ground. I was right outside a classroom, and I could be seen through the door's window. A few more kids showed up and then a teacher or two. I got tired of being watched so closely, so I jumped and glided in a different direction. I was headed out of the school towards the main road. I passed by a familiar man, in the guise of a janitor. He didn't even look at me. (Was he the same man I'd seen at the Graveyard in my "The Underground Club" dream?) ~ My memory skips to the next dream.

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I'm in a shallow canyon, like a shorter Box Canyon, and I'm making my way through it with some people. It's all very vague. It's faded from my memory... but we all made it to the very end, and there's a room. A party. People have filled it. I stay for awhile.

After that "awhile", I notice the party emptying out, save for a few stubborn on-goers, including myself. I suggest we push the tables together and have a smaller after-party. We all sit down, and I recognize some of the people... but their specificity turns to smoke in my waking state. I suddenly hear a noise and look up. A host has arrived... but to crash the party. My intuition makes me up and walk out the door with such speed. Behind me, lightning flows from the host into the rest of the people. They are all horribly disfigured and turned into things of horror and evil. I wake up as soon as I'm outside again. I was a hair close to being "changed".

(This nightmare figure is now reoccurring. I'll have to face him eventually. The first thing to ask is, "Who are you?" )

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Now I'm in a mixture of Nathan's room and the room we had previously partied in. Alex is asleep on a couch, and Nathan is too. I roam around Nathan's house for awhile and return. I interact with Alex somehow... then my dream turns to dust.

Commentary non-lucid

I was on vacation for the weekend and didn't have a great chance to work on my dreaming. I had one dream that was memorable that I will relate.

I went on a walk with my family. To my dismay, my dad brought along the family dog . While walking, it started shitting. It went several times in a large circle and made what looked like a mushroom fairy ring. The problem was that we didn't have anything to pick it up with. My dad was about to walk back to the apartment to get a plastic bag but I just wanted to get on with our walk. I walked into the street where there was a lot of trash. I thought there would be some bags available. There were but they were mostly dirty. I found one that was fairly clean and started cleaning the crap. Some punk rock looking people arrived and one of them who was pretty large started helping me put crap in my bag. He missed and the crap landed on my shirt and pants. I got pissed and started to argue with him. He was giggling that he did it and I wanted to start a fight. I put up my hands into fighting position and took on the form of many different fighters that I've seen including an old man fighting a young whippersnapper, a kung fu fighter, and some others. As this transformation was occurring, me and the guy started to lose our anger and it became fun. Other concerned people were descending upon us, about to break us up. I turned and reassured them with a song.... "It's just a faaaantasy, no need to woooory. It's just a faaaantasy...something something something." I don't know if this meant that I knew that I was dreaming or that I knew that we were just play fighting.

Later, I was in a house where a party was occurring. I don't recall much now, but I know that at one point my grandfather died. I felt bad because it was my fault. At that, he came back to life and then just disappeared. We were like, "he disappeared!"

Some people were trying to take a picture with me, but I didn't know who they were.

[Monday, August 27th, 2012]
The recall starts at a party inside of a strange building. [**1**] (The Blueprints are in my img/ref folder.) The whole place is dark, walls painted black, but flooded with neon lights and bright stars on the walls that give the party an outer space kind of vibe. Maybe it's this vibe that gave me... THE ABILITY TO FLY. Without being aware of my dreaming, I could levitate and simply flap my arms to push myself high into the air. But I wasn't able to will myself up... I would slowly drift downward if I didn't flap. The building has a pretty high ceiling, but plenty of places to fly and sit up high.

I'm in backroom when I suddenly have the idea to try and perform in front of the party on-stage. I see some other musicians close-by and convince them to play with me. I put on my guitar strap as we make our way to the stage.

Once there... I begin wondering what the other musicians prefer to listen and ask them: "So what kind of music do you listen to? I listen to mostly 98 KUPD and 93.3... rock and alternative." (I asked this same question to a friend in WL named Brandon the day before this... I was trying to figure out what to listen to while driving with him.) I was suddenly aware that they might not know these stations, I remembered we were currently located in Phoenix... but then dismissed my doubt when I realized they had the same stations. I told them I listened to "Deftones, Incubus..." and more that I can't remember. No one really was responding. That's when I glanced down at my guitar strap and realize there's no guitar on it.

Amazed at my stupidity, I fly back to the Backroom and look for my guitar. Nathan hands me my red Fender Squire and I remember thinking, "Ugh... this'll do..." and Alex reminds me that it's all I have- in response to my thought. I head back to the main room, flying again...

My memory fades...

A fantastically strange dream I had this morning, 19 August 2012. We begin at a Level Two dream, a dream-within-a-dream.

The time is approximately 4:30 am. I have been unable to sleep all night, and we are all partying in the French room. I feel the beginning of a depressive episode, or more accurately, a disrupted-sleep cycle episode.

I talk to random people about even more random stuff. This one guy sits in the corner, brown hair and blue eyes, looking positively stoned. I try to talk to him by waving my T-shirt in front of his face. Nothing.

Finally, I get him to speak. He asks me a bunch of game show-style questions, and says a series of long words, with each one supposed to be longer than the last:

1. pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis
2. supercalifragilisticexpialidocious
3. antidisestablishmentarianism

Clearly, those are in the wrong order. He then asks me some questions about golf. I know nothing about golf - have never played.

I wave my shirt in front of his face again in the shape of an Ouroboros. Nothing.

I then sit down at a table with some classmates. A girl is reading this book about careers and life decisions, and a guy she's friends with is talking with us about it. She seems to have the wrong assessment of it, though, by giving a bunch of false analogies about how your decisions are like making a cake or something, about how important it is not to mix certain ingredients together. The basic premise is that once you set off on one path, you can't set off onto another. The guy said that this is not true.

With her permission, I begin to write down some of what she says in my all-purpose notebook, which becomes a fury of words and doodles. There is more than one path to reach any goal, I think.

Suddenly, the teacher, who reminds me of my Cantonese French teacher from grade seven, terminates the "Party" in a military-style manner. I pray--I know, that I won't be included in this disciplinary action. I go to the front of the room to dispose a water bottle into a recycling bin, as it has been done since the dawn of time. She yells and says it was the water SHE bought, but dumps it away anyway. I begin to wake up from this second dream.

An anti-depression group on Facebook sends me a huge message in which the entire group of more than 1,000 people are included. The leader of the group asks me to "get help" for my actions at the party. What?

It is OK to take a winding path.

LEVEL 1.5 DREAM - TIME SCALE: NONE.

A book lays out four points. Yes, this is the same book that the girl was reading. Point one: STDs are bad.

"Internships are also bad, and you'll be frustrated with them for the rest of your university career. Just kidding! Teen life after graduation isnt that bad".

It goes on a bit about the importance of sleep, or rather, why sleep is something to be taken advantage of even when you can get none of it...

LEVEL ONE DREAM - BEFORE THE INCEPTION

I go to bed at 11 pm, but I continue not sleeping. Was that anti-stigma depression group on Facebook involved to a certain extent? I draw conclusions and make recommendations about a certain university in the vicinity of Cambridge, Ontario, noting five: Waterloo, if not Waterloo then Wilfred Laurier; McMaster, Guelph and Western, maybe Queens...

I drift off to "sleep", which isn't really sleep at all.

One inception later...

LEVEL ONE DREAM - AFTER THE INCEPTION

It's almost 8 am, and the building I'm in looks like a mix of all the styles of buildings I'd stayed in during my visit to China three years ago. It has the appearance of a hotel, my bedroom to the left and back of a bathroom, the door near the front, my parents' room to my left.

My mom questions me about that online chat I had with three different guys that appeared on the room in different colours, red, green and blue, or maybe mauve. It's Monday. For some reason, the chat takes place at about the same time as that "Party" in the French room, and it continues until about 4 am, when I "fell asleep" but drifted into that other dimension.

Suddenly, I'm back in my normal house again, but there has been no discrepancy in surroundings. It's dark outside, despite the time of day. I check the weather forecast: the fourteen-day trend shows today below normal, about 9C (about 48F), and Tuesday is above normal. Wednesday is below normal, and Thursday's temperature is actually unknown after the thunderstorms, but it turns out to be about 12C (54F). Friday...snow?! At first, first glance, the first three days are unknown in temperature.

LEVEL 0.5 DREAM - TIME FRAME: NONE, NOWHERE, literally "no WHERE"

I'm tracking my depressive episodes on a spreadsheet, as the yellow lines jot up and down. I think about how my earliest episodes had negative healing energy, and how my late grandmother suffered from it. This time, I had better consult positive healing.

I'm reading a book, or maybe an Internet page similar to Dream Views, on a guide for lucid dreaming. The page is attached to the main server like a paper clip, like a yellow banana-type paper clip!

The columnist's name is Heather, or maybe Courtney, or maybe Stephanie. She comments on a method, and asks, "will your gin/ be like that"? I think that's a typographical error on my part, sorry, cheri-o.

Back to the method granted during the 1.5 dream level: does that mean they're saying you should avoid STDs as much as possible, and reach for your career goals as much as possible? In other words, are they telling you to be a virgin, and stay a virgin?

Which university should I pick?

Of course, I am advised, to take home foods, and not drugs! Consult my spiritual 'minister' instead, who is along for the journey this wjole time. I pray--I know--that your dream will awaken.

Before the military-style party-coup takes me away for the excecution, I announce to a TV-style audience interview that I discovered THIS part of the brain, as I point to the area above my ear, whisking my hands in a scalpel-like motion, the temporal lobe...

The manifestation of spiritual ecstasy...

We must always question reality, even when it seems we are not dreaming, in order to lucid dream. I try to do a reality check, but I am actually aware that I am NOT dreaming...

I awaken for real this time. It's 4:30 am, and I have a cold, which is not apparent in my dream.

Moribund. I see Orion rising in the east. It it a winter constellation. Soon it will be back to slow yet. There are two very bright "stars" in the sky, one atop Orion over eastern Taurus at about magnitude -1, which is Jupiter. The other is barely visible behind some tree, near Gemini, about magnitude -4, quite obviously Venus.

A'ho Calalami - a sacred chant (an even more sacred ritual by sacred beings on this sacred Earth). The ramble, the ramble, the ramble. Timetable of an elongated executive quasi-quarter century.

PART II

I think, in fact, that there is no recollection between my first falling asleep and my first memory of being in my dark bedroom. Maybe this is actually a WILD experience.

I check the time, and it appears to be consistent. Around 5 am. Yet, I look at it again, and it flashes all over the place, and I realize I don't need to do my second check, of reading what I had just written.

I am in a dark room. The mirrors scare me greatly, yet I look into them with interest. I realize that it is a dream and I begin to be lucid, and I walking into the mirror, apparently stuck there for just a moment, entangled, before I emerge into another universe...

LEVEL TWO DREAM

I walk out into the living room, trying to smash through the front windows. It stops me, yet darkness has turned to daylight, about 7:30 pm, near sunset. I walk into a mirror again, when it was dark, and I return to my bed, I return to the mirror...

I walk toward the front door, opening it. I see the reflection of a woman in the mirror, who looks like my mom's face merged into somebody else's. She apparently beckons me not to go outside, but I do so anyway, and walk out onto the street.

The theme of today's mission is nutshot.

I walk into my street, turning left, but 100 metres in, I stop. I decide that my mom was right after all, and I turn back. When I check the mirror again, there is no more reflection. The mirror no longer scares me. I am no longer afraid. I walk to my bedroom.

The sun has almost set now.

LEVEL THREE DREAM

Without any discrepancy, not even for a moment, I fall into another dream, perhaps through sleep, and awaken as I climb down a set of stairs. It does not scare me, as huge stairs did in the past.

I'm walking down into the depression group's cavern. There are literally hundreds--maybe thousands--of people here, each one applauding as I walk down. It resembles a set of circular stairs more than it does a Maya temple, but it is easily 500 metres en plus from top to bottom.

A frail-looking elderly woman in a wheelchair is pulled up as I step aside to let her pass. I walk to the right, and to my left stand thousands of people, each with a different face, applauding, just applauding.

Finally, I reach the bottom. The lights are on and it looks like one of my friends' basements, only MUCH larger, but just as low-hanging with the ceiling. I ask one person as soldiers stand by. "Why", I ask, are there more people down there?

"They're probably just reproducing. Ha, I'm kiddding. Say, Junior, know any grade 12s who can handle a rifle?"

This is a real program. In room 1, I find strangers talking.

I then step into Room 2. Here are four people I recognize sitting on a sofa, along with more people I recognize sitting all around. This includes one guy who said I'd helped save him from a life of suicide.

I ask them where I might find the bathroom. I was also going to ask me whether they saw my crazy moves at that party in the French room, because at least one of them was here, but I didn't have the time, I needed to pee. They all point me to the girl's bathroom.

"What! Dude, that's the female bathroom!"

They all laugh.

You idiot. You know if you pee in a dream, you'll wake up and actually have to pee in waking life. Have you lost your mind, or more accurately, your lucidity?

I then walk into room 1 again, speaking in an Indian accent, "do yoo know vherre dee bathroom is?"

Some guys are sitting there talking, "he didn't have a rifle". I shrug and then smirk incredulously. Where they looking for me?

I wake up. It is around 6:40 am, and I go to the bathroom. The golden sunlight pours in but I manage to drift back to sleep.

PART III

I'm in a backyard garden of some sort. Somebody's kid might get charged for violence, because the school's charter expressedly prohibits violence against another student's "dick", "nuts" or "ballsack".

I read a hithertofore-yet-unknown chapter of the Bible. It's called Hittites, and near the end, a voice that seems to be God asks a man to renounce everything he's known to date about religion. It has an Egyptian air to it. With much haste and hesitation, he does. "Let ye forget all you have learned, and seek God's salvation from here anew. Replace all your man's word with my word. A new pearl will appear in your forehead".

The Bible I'm reading has excluded a certain chapter beginnign with the letter L. It's certainly not Luciferians.

It then goes onto the New Testament. I begin to close the book.

Should I go to church today?

Now, I'm on a boat of some sort, without any discrepancy. The founder of a project, who is female, talks about the benefits of getting dolphins and humans to play together in this lake. First, she says, the dolphin feeding will attract phytoplankton, causing a bloom. This will then stretch out, and bring gold nanoparticles to the surface, as well as lower global carbon dioxide levels, in a method not yet unexplained. I thought they'd tried iron fertilization for algae blooms and that failed to lower carbon in the atmosphere by any significant amount?

This is the same method, she continued, of bringing gold to the face using algae, and creating a gold mask and a gold leaf that one will now wear on the face.

When I wake up again, it is 8:20 am.

I was in some kind of a beach party in my home country i walked into a room and there were people dancing to rap music after i while i saw that Redman was there (he knew me by the way) we shaked hands talked a little then he put on some music and started a rap battle he was saying some stuff i wasn't even listening but everyone was going after every line i felt kinda insulted. Then the music stopped and he said that it was my turn he put on the music and everyone was waiting for me to start rapping, needless to say i could not i was just there shaking my head with a grin on my face they got kinda pissed so then i thought i would show them some sick dance move. They were impressed , but as i was doing my dance i saw that my favourite wristband was gone and went to look at everybody's pocket ( i need to add that while looking through the pockets i felt there was something in there like lighters and celular phone's and etc...) as i was looking for my wristband it magicly appeared on my wrist so i told all of them to fuck off not very pleaseant but i dont care. As i was walking out this guy came next to me and started telling me that when i knew what an MC was i should call him that he has a studio. I said to him to fuck off (i mean i wasn't even singing) i knew i was there with my bro so go to search for him while searching i felt this pain in my mouth like when your arm is going numb but with my mouth the front teeth area to be exact i finnaly found my brother he was talking with some girls i told him "We need to go" as we were leaving i tried moving my teeth with my tongue and they fell out he asked me "Did they do this to you" I responded "No" and then i spit 3 teeth it was a fucking nightmare the feeling and all i looked myself in some kind of a mirror i could see my reflection and saw that i did not have the teeth that had fallen out i was begging to get angry and i woke up from the excitetment

This was around afternoon so i jumped out of my bed and checked my teeth and they were there damn it was a relief

I went over to Gabe's (my boyfriend's) house. I entered, it was kind of dark. There was a computer monitor, on it was a picture of a random black kid, around my age in a Superman costume.
I felt as if he was my friend, (even though IRL I've never met this kid...). I turned around, and saw the same kid on the display, except he was now 3... and in a much smaller superman costume sitting on a couch.
The middle part of the dream is kind of a blur, but I saw the kid from the picture AGAIN, but this time he was with my dad, and the same age as me, and wearing normal clothing. Soon after, some of my
Dad's relatives entered and a party started. My dad, and some of his realtives, noticed that I hadn't had my hair cut at all, then suggested I should get it cut. Faith (my step brothers wife),
started talking about how people should shave their pubes (WTF), and one of my aunts chimed in and said we should shave our butt-hair as well (....wut?). I agree'd. Then, I was flipped on to my belly, and I started getting
spanked () for no apparent reason by... I don't even know who. Everyone was cheering on whoever was doing it and laughing... This is when I woke up, and the dream was over.

Non-dream Dream

A couple of vivid dreams today:

Dream 1:

I am on some sort of mission with JW and JF. I am driving, I take a short cut through an alley and almost hit a woman. I am holding something out in front of me to get it past her.

Dream 2:

There is a huge party at my house. The yard is really big and we have a huge side yard with veggies and nectarine trees. WW and some other girl and the party say they like my wife (want to have sex with her). There are tons of Asian people and I am playing football with them. I throw the football over the roof by mistake. My wife is putting together some massive cabinet outside against the wall where the oak tree should be. There are 8 cats (all variations of my cat, S) sleeping next to each other in order of size.

I woke up and thought about the party dream for a while, then went back into it.

Mike Trout shows up to the party with his girlfriend, a tiny, cute Asian girl. I tell him that I HAVE to pitch to him so I go looking for a baseball. I find a bunch of baseballs but they are all nasty except for all of my autographed ones. The autographed baseballs are all signed by family, friends and myself. Next I am at Guadalupe Elementary School on the field pitching to Mike Trout. There is a catcher there too in full gear.

The first pitch I throw is a fastball on the outside corner for a called strike one. Next I throw a slider which I aimed (I was hesitant to throw it). It's not a very good pitch. He swings at it and barely gets a piece. After the pitch I realize that I am standing way too far away so I scoot up. Next I throw a beautiful slider and he fouls it straight back but he pulls something in his leg. I think this happened because I was thinking how much it would suck if I injured Mike Trout.

There is a doctor at the party with an x-ray machine. He examines Mike's leg and informs us that he has cancer. I'm not sure if it is real or a joke. Mike Trout and his girlfriend start to leave and I beg his girlfriend to send me the video of me pitching to him (she filmed it on her I-phone). I think she did. I hugged her and shook Mike's hand. He has pretty bad acne and was really nice - he reminds me of my younger self.

Note - I think my wife was pregnant at the party.

Dream 3:

I am at a huge mall that looks like an airport. I am full of confidence. I stand in line for the directory but forget what I am looking for. When it is my time to look at the directory I just walk away.

Very sketchy dream and cant help feeling there's much I've forgotten but here goes:

I remember being in Exeter in the back of the neighbours of my grandparents where I used to stay as a kid. I remember the garden was set up for a wedding party with food all around. I found myself walking through the bouncy castle to get into the main part of the garden. I then looked down at my wrist to see that the tattoo of Garfield (just had a tattoo but of a Basque cross done there) had somehow run and bled onto the napkin I held and began worrying whether I should try and get rid of the whole thing or get it touched up to how it was originally.

I then found myself on the round that runs at the front of these houses walking down the hill. It was at this point I woke up.

Non-dream Dream

Dream 1:

My Dad is being an asshole to me and some of my friends. He keeps making us fetch baseballs during a batting practice. I hit one over the house and everyone is impressed.

Dream 2:

I am playing basketball and draining all of my shots - impressed everyone.

Dream 3:

I have a drug garden with various mushrooms, etc. There is a big party for me and I am smoking weed. I mail some of my garden to some place to have it converted into weed but then I realized I can get into serious trouble.

NON-DREAMDREAMLUCID DREAM

This is one of my weirder dreams, and I decided to put it up here because I can actually remember this one!

I'm in my basement, there's tons of DC's that I've never seen before. (Partly due to the fact that I have trouble recalling my dreams and I never write them down.) I look around and decide to go upstairs to get something to eat.

Where our stockpile should've been, stood a bunch of old school arcade cabinets, and all of the screens were on the fritz.

I come back down with a drink. (I have no clue what it was) And I find that the place has turned into a sort of cross between a mall, an food store,a Digimon link center, and my middle school CST office.

The party is still going on and my 8th grade History teacher comes up to me. We start to have a conversation and it ends up with me telling him to fuck off and everybody staring at me.

I walk over to the link center, passing some cold sections for food. One of the sections has somethings other than food in them. I meet a couple of friends by the glass wall that holds the door to the link center.

(Something I forgot happens here)

Me and my friends walk over to the cases and I tell them I have no money. One of them tells me to check my pockets just in case. I look through and find a couple hundred dollars. (By this time, I got a little suspicious as how they got there, but no lucidity)

I purchase something to drink. (Some sort of energy drink, yuck) By this time, the dream had started fading. I woke up by the time I went back upstairs.